Handsome Devil (2016)

Moe Dunford: Pascal O'Keeffe

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Quotes 

• Pascal O'Keeffe : Your mind is shot, right? You're... you're all over the place. I understand that.

  Conor Masters : [confidently]  How is it shot?

  Pascal O'Keeffe : Well... at this point... Conor, we all heard about... the thing.

  Conor Masters : [smirking]  The thing?

  Pascal O'Keeffe : The thing.

  Conor Masters : The thing.

  Pascal O'Keeffe : [angrily]  The t'ing! The t'ing! The t'ing!

• Pascal O'Keeffe : You afraid to be hit? Go sign up for the school opera. I'm sure they're short a few tavern wenches.

• [Conor's kicks go poorly] 

  Pascal O'Keeffe : [sighs]  Conor, sport... kicking... takes a quiet mind. You need to have nothing going on in there. Okay? So, what's eating you?

  Conor Masters : Sir... sometimes I just... feel... like a robot...

  Pascal O'Keeffe : Mm.

  Conor Masters : ...doing this again and again. Maybe... there's a little more to life than...

  [Pascal gives an incredulous look and Conor immediately shuts down] 

  Pascal O'Keeffe : You have a rare gift, and you need to use it. And recently I've noticed you hanging around with different people - which is fine, I suppose, whatever - but here's the thing, son: You lie down with dogs, you get fleas. Have you identified the fleas? Don't complicate this, son.

  Pascal O'Keeffe : [identifying Conor, the rugby ball and the goal posts]  There's you, and that... and those. Now, come on.

  [Conor's kick get even worse] 

• Pascal O'Keeffe : [on their star player's absence]  And I don't know if you were aware of the rumors swirling around, but it transpires that he was dealing with serious personal issues. Well, he's missing today, and I want to tell you this: We are way better off without him. I mean, we all have personal issues, but look around ya. Anyone who can't be trusted to put those issues to one side can't be part of a team. Yeah? We all have shit that we're goin' through, you know, but do you run? No. You stay. You stay and you deal with your shit by standing in a field, blowing a whistle in the fucking rain.